You’re camping in the woods, deeeeeep inside, not coniferous but rather the deciduous kind, and you decide to start a fire. It’s been raining for weeks, so there’s no dry wood. All you see is moss, dead logs, and saplings. No way on earth will you get this crap to burn, so you light the only thing that might possibly hold a flame, a piece of chocolate cake you brought with. Not the crap store-bought or follow-the-directions-to-a-T box recipe, but this cake had homemade love put into it... dark chocolate, cherries, too much cream, you get the idea. You set that thing ablaze and smoulder it with the plethora of damp flora surrounding you. You bottle that... and you’re Octomoring! (9.2)